I'm currently in the process of rebuilding a kitchen for and elderly couple that was damaged by flood waters. I've been working for these customers on and off for the last 3 years. I know them both pretty well. They are both ~80 y.o. The husband has dementia with the condition(s) first appearing 5-6 years ago, I'm told. At times he walks in neighbors houses unannounced/uninvited happened enough that one neighbor has instructed his wife "Shoot him!" if he does it again. He has totaled 2 vehicles. Has suffered 3rd degree burns when he high-centered his truck, which set the surrounding grass on fire, in an abandoned tank farm while tying to hide from EMS and the police. He has attacked his daughter and hurt his wife. This is only the surface of what I've seen and heard in the previous 3 years. There is more - a lot more but I'm just trying to create a lead in to what happened last Sunday.
Last Sunday I'm there building custom cabinets for the kitchen. As I walk out of the house I pass a hallway and hear the husband/wife arguing - not real unusual. The wife stops me as I walk by and ask me to tell the husband that that is indeed her in the picture on the wall. They've had issues with this picture in the past. It's multiple shots of the husband/wife taken in a studio. So, I put my finger on the photo and point to the wife's picture and say "That's your wife(I used her name but won't here) guy(used his name but won't here). At that moment he became enraged. He threw a cup of coffee at me then started swing round house lefts n' rights. Easy enough to block but then he charged me. This hall way is very... very small. 5' x 3' leading to 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. I hit him once and he went down but tha' SOB is a tough o'l bird n' started getting up right away. Well.... I put him in a headlock with him bent over, head down right in front of me. Wife scatters like a covey of quail. I'm trying to get him to calm down but he's having nothing of it. He's stomping on my feet with cowboy boots and kicking me in the legs. Then he starts reaching for my head/face. He's trying to grab an ear poke me in the eye whatever he can do to get loose. I tighten up on the headlock a tad more and he stops that crap. Finally he says - "Let me go and we'll go separate ways!" So I did and out the front door he went. Understand this guy only has dementia - he's healthy as a OX! He's about 6'2" and pretty skinny now.
I said all of that to say this. I was carrying with my P365 that day. No... never felt my life was in danger and never felt threatened. Honestly never even thought about the gun at all. But after the scuffle and the husband gone I looked on the floor and saw the end plate and spacer for the P365 magazine on the floor. I'm thinking "Mmmmm... this can't be good!" Check the gun and the mag. spring is still in the mag though it's now extended and partially out of the magazine. I touch the spring and it comes the rest of the way out emptying the 12 rounds on the floor in the process. Well... this sucks. I don't know if/when husband will return. I go in the nearest bedroom with all ammo and disassembled magazine in hand.
I chunk everything on a bed and start putting the magazine back together. I get that done and I figure I need to reload it. Here is one of 'my' lessons of the day. With the adrenaline flowing my hands were shaking. I'm trying to get this done ASAP before husband returns. I'm checking the door trying to reload, checking the door trying to reload. Ain't happening. At the range, since I started shooting, I've used a Mag-lula loader - ALWAYS! On that Sunday under duress I could not hand load that fuckin' magazine. As I was attempting to load it I heard the wife outside screamin' bloody murder. I hit the front door in full stride and see the husband trying to break her arm. Never slowed down I hit him over the left eye he took a step backwards, hit my construction trailer and down he went - only to get up immediately. But he didn't advance on me nor the wife. There were a lot of things that happened that day. I was not the only person he attacked. Police were called and spent around 3 hours there trying to figure out what they could do. Because the husband has mental issues the DA wouldn't accept any charges against him. The police were handcuffed, so to speak. They finally got approval to take him to Ben Taub Hospital for a 72 hour mental evaluation. There's been other developments and more medical test and at this point he's still in a hospital somewhere. But that facility is preparing to release him.
The point of this post...
If you only reload using a Mag-lula or other similar devise you might want to make damn sure you don't need it. I still can not hand load a 12 round magazine with 12 rounds but I can get 10 rounds it it! I make myself load, by hand, every magazine I use to the extent I can load it. I'm seriously doubting that anyone can hand load a 12 round P365 magazine 100% by hand. Seems all the pistols I have I can load rounds in it but come up 2 rounds short of filling it 100%. This is true of the 10&12 round P365 magazines, FNS-9C 12&17 round magazines and though I haven't tried with the CZ Phantom I suspect that will be the case as well.
Post event analysis. Whut tha' hell happened? After the event was over I did a little more work then went back to my shop. I tried to make the P365 magazine fail like it had earlier. I could not push/pull/shove/twist in any way that made the magazine fail. What I suspect happened. Earlier, before getting on the job site, I was at the shop I decided to clean/lube the magazine follower and case. Naturally enough I disassembled the magazine. I simply must not have gotten the locking pin for the plate securely in position. That's the only thing I can think of that would have cause the condition I encountered. You can bet yur sweet ass it won't happen again!
More post event infor... This guy had a house full of guns. A gun safe, that was not locked, full of rifles and shotguns. Those I knew about. A holstered loaded pistol in the bedroom - that I did not know about. I'd been on the wife about getting the guns out of that house. She always said "But he'll get mad at me..." She's over that now and all the weapons have been removed from the house.
Last Sunday I'm there building custom cabinets for the kitchen. As I walk out of the house I pass a hallway and hear the husband/wife arguing - not real unusual. The wife stops me as I walk by and ask me to tell the husband that that is indeed her in the picture on the wall. They've had issues with this picture in the past. It's multiple shots of the husband/wife taken in a studio. So, I put my finger on the photo and point to the wife's picture and say "That's your wife(I used her name but won't here) guy(used his name but won't here). At that moment he became enraged. He threw a cup of coffee at me then started swing round house lefts n' rights. Easy enough to block but then he charged me. This hall way is very... very small. 5' x 3' leading to 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. I hit him once and he went down but tha' SOB is a tough o'l bird n' started getting up right away. Well.... I put him in a headlock with him bent over, head down right in front of me. Wife scatters like a covey of quail. I'm trying to get him to calm down but he's having nothing of it. He's stomping on my feet with cowboy boots and kicking me in the legs. Then he starts reaching for my head/face. He's trying to grab an ear poke me in the eye whatever he can do to get loose. I tighten up on the headlock a tad more and he stops that crap. Finally he says - "Let me go and we'll go separate ways!" So I did and out the front door he went. Understand this guy only has dementia - he's healthy as a OX! He's about 6'2" and pretty skinny now.
I said all of that to say this. I was carrying with my P365 that day. No... never felt my life was in danger and never felt threatened. Honestly never even thought about the gun at all. But after the scuffle and the husband gone I looked on the floor and saw the end plate and spacer for the P365 magazine on the floor. I'm thinking "Mmmmm... this can't be good!" Check the gun and the mag. spring is still in the mag though it's now extended and partially out of the magazine. I touch the spring and it comes the rest of the way out emptying the 12 rounds on the floor in the process. Well... this sucks. I don't know if/when husband will return. I go in the nearest bedroom with all ammo and disassembled magazine in hand.
I chunk everything on a bed and start putting the magazine back together. I get that done and I figure I need to reload it. Here is one of 'my' lessons of the day. With the adrenaline flowing my hands were shaking. I'm trying to get this done ASAP before husband returns. I'm checking the door trying to reload, checking the door trying to reload. Ain't happening. At the range, since I started shooting, I've used a Mag-lula loader - ALWAYS! On that Sunday under duress I could not hand load that fuckin' magazine. As I was attempting to load it I heard the wife outside screamin' bloody murder. I hit the front door in full stride and see the husband trying to break her arm. Never slowed down I hit him over the left eye he took a step backwards, hit my construction trailer and down he went - only to get up immediately. But he didn't advance on me nor the wife. There were a lot of things that happened that day. I was not the only person he attacked. Police were called and spent around 3 hours there trying to figure out what they could do. Because the husband has mental issues the DA wouldn't accept any charges against him. The police were handcuffed, so to speak. They finally got approval to take him to Ben Taub Hospital for a 72 hour mental evaluation. There's been other developments and more medical test and at this point he's still in a hospital somewhere. But that facility is preparing to release him.
The point of this post...
If you only reload using a Mag-lula or other similar devise you might want to make damn sure you don't need it. I still can not hand load a 12 round magazine with 12 rounds but I can get 10 rounds it it! I make myself load, by hand, every magazine I use to the extent I can load it. I'm seriously doubting that anyone can hand load a 12 round P365 magazine 100% by hand. Seems all the pistols I have I can load rounds in it but come up 2 rounds short of filling it 100%. This is true of the 10&12 round P365 magazines, FNS-9C 12&17 round magazines and though I haven't tried with the CZ Phantom I suspect that will be the case as well.
Post event analysis. Whut tha' hell happened? After the event was over I did a little more work then went back to my shop. I tried to make the P365 magazine fail like it had earlier. I could not push/pull/shove/twist in any way that made the magazine fail. What I suspect happened. Earlier, before getting on the job site, I was at the shop I decided to clean/lube the magazine follower and case. Naturally enough I disassembled the magazine. I simply must not have gotten the locking pin for the plate securely in position. That's the only thing I can think of that would have cause the condition I encountered. You can bet yur sweet ass it won't happen again!
More post event infor... This guy had a house full of guns. A gun safe, that was not locked, full of rifles and shotguns. Those I knew about. A holstered loaded pistol in the bedroom - that I did not know about. I'd been on the wife about getting the guns out of that house. She always said "But he'll get mad at me..." She's over that now and all the weapons have been removed from the house.
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